What Do You See?

What do you see, when you look at me?

Do you see a woman, with scars that show?

Do you see a child, with rage and hate within?

Do you see a student, with knowledge to spare?

Do you see a female, with nothing but hot air?

I want you to know, when you look at me.

I am none of these, yet maybe all.

I am a woman, healed and scarred.

I am a child fueled, by fury and contempt.

I am a student, full of thought.

I am a female, with a lack of care.

What do you see, when you look at me?

Do you see the real me?

Do you see what you want to see?

Do you look within, deep below?

Do you see only what I share?

I want you to know, when you look at me.

I am not what you see, but so much more.

I am showing what I want to display.

I am scared, and yet tenacious.

I am me, because I dare.

Thunderous Rage

Thunderous rage reverberates within.

Lightening can bee seen, just look in my eyes.

See the flash?  It illuminates my soul.

Faster and faster blow the winds of hate.

The shell of duty can barely contain,

The storm of agony that it holds.

Taught by words as ruthless as whips,

Chained in a role, that does not fit.

Energy clashing, has taken its toll.

As the lightening zaps, scorching my heart

The thunder roars, releasing the fury.

Wait, for the day the shell cracks, and breaks.

Freeing my spirit from chains of obligation.